God’s Mysterious Ways
I got the call from a fellow chaplain in Texas as I settled into a seat at my writer’s group last Friday. “Could you please make a call on Mr. Bennett’s* grandmother in Paola, Kansas?” “Sure,” I said. “But it will be a while. I’m over an hour away.” “That’s all right. Just so you see her by this afternoon. According to the nursing home personnel, she’s suffering from heart failure. They’ve called in hospice.” “Will do.” “Mr. Bennett is…